My Chalabi has a first name, it’s t-r-a-i-t-o-r… My Chalabi has a second name, it’s l-i-t-t-l-e b-a-c-k-s-t-a-b-b-i-n-g-b-i-t-c-h…
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h/t Florida Cracker. More here.
My Chalabi has a first name, it’s t-r-a-i-t-o-r… My Chalabi has a second name, it’s l-i-t-t-l-e b-a-c-k-s-t-a-b-b-i-n-g-b-i-t-c-h…
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h/t Florida Cracker. More here.
He was spying for the friggin’ Iranians?????
JEEE BUS!!!
I defended this asshole at one point. I need a shower now.
And a Guiness. God I hate work sometimes…
[several comments removed because while I’m master of no more than this blog, that turns out to be plenty when it comes to deleting idiotic personal comments and banning insignificant lefty shitflingers.]
Couldn’t the shitflingers find something a little more, ya know, controversial? It’s kinda hard to argue on behalf of a traitor. That’s easily on the low end of the Protein-Wisdom-Heated-Rhetoric scale.
Oh well, no one ever accused insignificant lefty shitflingers of being intelligent.
is it misleading packaging if you talk back to 80s music, but don’t label it that way?
the songs that pop out of your keyboard and polka, or sometimes do the bump and the hustle with the news du jour are a riot, which moonbats are fond of. why, oh why did you not let the moonbats frolick? were they knocking over tables and getting guano on things?
well, it’s your place. guess I wouldn’t want them in my living room either.
Oh, Jeff, you make me laugh aloud at least once a day (*shitflingers*). Thank you